OOh my my my my my my my. Today I decided to throw out things. Such things included old old notes, and drawings, and books and crap just laying around. I would need a week maybe even a month to go through EVERYTHING..but today was ohkay.
I found, love letters of sorts. They were actually notes, but their content made my jaw drop. I remember getting these notes. These authors, actually loved me, in highschool before I was 16. Whaaaaattt. Yeah. Strange. At the time I had no idea, and I wound up with, mm neither of them.
But I do remember. A knot in my stomach unleashed and I remember what it was like. The pure bliss. Very young adult fiction novel feelings.
04 January 2010
my kidneys are DEFINITLY working.
Diner's are the best. Especially because they supply free/endless refills of coffee and water. Add some french onion soup fruit cocktail and a couple of friends then you have my night in a nutshell. It was fabulous. The Dining Car, a classic 24/7 diner, was a time warp where Lauren Brian and myself caught up on everything in life at the moment, and ended it with a rockout.
I'm slightly nauseous. Yeh I know, typical. Not quite sure it it's the mounds of coffee and water, or the thought of dipping into the past and dragging some things to the present. Maybe a mixture of both.
Thanks Taylor Swift for writing 15 and stirring thoughts and forcing me to bring up things that matter, to me. I started off the new year nervous, for what I couldn't tell ya. I just know I'm taking baby steps and taking risks, and I wanna projectile vomit everywhere. However, I doubt french onion tastes the same the second time around.
I feel inspired and uninspired at the same time. I thought last year was a limbo, but DAMN. I feel stuck in a purgatory. It's like im reaching towards the future, but my stubby arms are just to short and when I tippy toe to reach, it fades away. Again, and again. My dreams are NOT helping. I am just so un sure about absolutly everything. Like I realized tonight however, in 5 years, this nausea and worry will.not.matter. Just the things I did that will lead me to where I will be. Am I making the right choices?
I'm taking leaps but will not dare speak of them right now. Because I might jinx it.
Supersitious? You Betcha.
I'm slightly nauseous. Yeh I know, typical. Not quite sure it it's the mounds of coffee and water, or the thought of dipping into the past and dragging some things to the present. Maybe a mixture of both.
Thanks Taylor Swift for writing 15 and stirring thoughts and forcing me to bring up things that matter, to me. I started off the new year nervous, for what I couldn't tell ya. I just know I'm taking baby steps and taking risks, and I wanna projectile vomit everywhere. However, I doubt french onion tastes the same the second time around.
I feel inspired and uninspired at the same time. I thought last year was a limbo, but DAMN. I feel stuck in a purgatory. It's like im reaching towards the future, but my stubby arms are just to short and when I tippy toe to reach, it fades away. Again, and again. My dreams are NOT helping. I am just so un sure about absolutly everything. Like I realized tonight however, in 5 years, this nausea and worry will.not.matter. Just the things I did that will lead me to where I will be. Am I making the right choices?
I'm taking leaps but will not dare speak of them right now. Because I might jinx it.
Supersitious? You Betcha.
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